The strongest way to be narcissistic

This place is really big. Song Ange walked for nearly 10 minutes, but he couldn't find a clue. Except for one high-end villa after another, he couldn't find the so-called gate exit at all.

There is no one on the road, let alone ask the way.

Song Ange planned to go back to Qiao Peicheng's place to ask for directions, but he had completely forgotten the previous route, and it wasted a few minutes walking with his poor memory.

After Qiao Peicheng took off the socks, he didn't know where to throw them. Song Ange is now wearing shoes barefoot, and his feet began to hurt from the constant friction with the inferior shoes. You don't need to look to know that the insteps are definitely worn out by the rough uppers. Skin.

"Fuck your mother!" Song Ange suddenly kicked the pebbles flying on the ground, and at the same time yelled violently to vent his dissatisfaction.

Old temper.

Song Ange was looking for the way, while Qiao Peisheng was looking for Song Ange.

After walking half a circle around these intersections, he could see the childish venting behavior of a certain explosive dragon from a distance.

A kid is just a kid, with no concentration at all.

The horn sounded three or four times when Song Ange was furious. He clenched his fists and immediately turned around and cursed back. "Press your numbness, I'm not deaf."

The land is so wide, he can't get in the way at all, what is this guy pressing so desperately?

Qiao Peicheng, who was scolded, was silent for a few seconds, opened the hood of the car to ensure that Song Ange could see his face clearly, and continued to press the horn twice with his fingers expressionlessly.

He wanted to see if this brat would continue to scold him?

If it weren't for the two bad things before, Song Ange would definitely roll up his sleeves at this moment and beat Qiao Peicheng to the teeth.But this guy named Qiao Peicheng helped him twice. No matter how upset Song Ange felt, he could only hold back.

"Is there something wrong?" Song Ange's tone was very angry, with a backlog of anger.

In his opinion, not beating up Qiao Peisheng is already pretty good.

Qiao Peicheng knew that Song Ange was going to beat him up, so he raised his eyebrows and hooked Song Ange without fear. "Get in the car, I'll take you home."

"No need." Song Ange didn't want to get into this broken luxury car that was almost piled up with money, and didn't want to stay with this psychopath who was a foreigner.

Qiao Peicheng didn't say much, and drove slowly to keep up with Song Ange's pace.

After 2 minutes, Song Ange stopped, turned around and walked quickly to Qiao Peicheng who was driving at a slow speed.

The anger accumulated in his chest was like a volcano erupting, uncontrollable, those black eyes were burning with crackling flames, wishing to burn someone with a calm face to ashes.

"Fuck! What the hell are you trying to do?" Song Ange became more and more wrong, he began to feel that this man named Qiao Peisheng had other plans for him, otherwise how could a normal person be so obsessed with him and see him less than three times strangers.

It's true that this guy saved him, but who knows if there are other intentions behind it?

If you really want to have something to say, you can speak it out, what's the matter with him?

Qiao Peicheng hadn't figured out how to talk nonsense yet, Song Ange, a little tyrannosaurus, couldn't restrain the volcano in his heart, stepped forward and grabbed Qiao Peicheng's collar with one hand, gritted his teeth and asked, "Say! Do you want to What do you get from me? If you have something to say, just open up and explain it to me. Don't be a fucking ghost all day long, thinking of dick|dick tricks to mess with people. Don't think that just a little favor can make me let you go easily. "

This arrogant attitude was the Song Ange he was familiar with.

But being threatened by his past self by grabbing his clothes, if he doesn't fight back, how can I feel so uncomfortable.

"Let go." Qiao Peicheng raised his head and smiled at the dark-faced Song Ange, smiling very softly and intoxicatingly, as if he didn't care about Song Ange's bad behavior at this time.

Few people know that once Qiao Peisheng's appearance is revealed, it means that someone is going to be unlucky.

"Your name is Lao Zisong, so I will let you go." Song Ange, who had no sense of crisis, continued to be arrogant, and the strength in his hands tightened a little, as if he might punch Qiao Peicheng in the face at any time.

Qiao Peicheng lowered his eyes and sighed inwardly.

Song Ange is really a bad guy.

Song Ange's strength was not enough for Qiao Peicheng. Taking advantage of Song Ange's unguardedness, he imitated Song Ange's posture and grabbed his clothes, while the other hand quickly locked his throat.

Qiao Peicheng showed no mercy to his past self. He locked Song Ange's neck and dragged him to him. Song Ange's stomach was forced to be stuck on the edge of the car door. He couldn't breathe, and his face, which was not white, turned red.

Qiao Peisheng made a sound next to Song Ange's ear:

"The one on the left is paralyzed and the one on the right is paralyzed all day long. It's my father who opens and closes his mouth. Isn't he arrogant? Can't your mouth be clean?" Put it in this brat's mouth and wash it, it must be cleaned.

Qiao Peisheng has received five or six years of professional training, and Song Ange, a half-baked athlete, will definitely be crushed to death by him, and he has no power to fight back.

"Say brother, I was wrong, and I will let you go."

Song Ange blushed and grabbed his arm thickly.

grass!He wanted to say, the key is can he say it like this now!

Realizing this, Qiao Peisheng let go of Song Ange's hand.Song Ange, who had regained his freedom, immediately rubbed his throat and coughed wildly, squatting down while coughing.

Cough until Qiao Peicheng began to feel that he was not paying attention and wanted to apologize for doing too much, the kid suddenly got up, raised his foot and kicked the car body hard.

"Dogs are crazy, what dicks!"

He kicked and ran away, smearing oil on the soles of his feet and running wildly. He was very arrogant and didn't want to be beaten.

Qiao Peisheng was not surprised that Song Ange could do such a naive and stupid thing.

How fast can your two legs run over four wheels?

Qiao Peicheng followed Song Ange, who was running wildly, without any haste, and kept a certain distance without overtaking people in traffic jams. It was enough to make Song Ange run faster and faster.

After the boy's physical strength was basically exhausted, and he was so tired that he held on to the lamppost and lay down on the ground panting like a dog, Qiao Peicheng turned off the engine and got out of the car leisurely.

He condescendingly stared at a certain kid who you like to do, kicked his calf lightly with his foot, and said, "Get in the car."

It's just two steps to get in the car and leave. This brat spent more than ten minutes doing things in a daze.

Song Ange turned his face away, not looking at him.

Damn, is there something wrong with this man?

"Do you want me to pick you up and throw you on the car, or do you stand up and walk in?"

Song Ange closed his eyes and continued to pretend to be deaf.

He couldn't believe what this man could do to him.

Seeing this, Qiao Peicheng squatted down on the spot, stretched out his hand to cover Song Ange's face, and forced him to look at him with a half-smile. "I count to three."

"one."

"two."

Before the "three" appeared, Song Ange gritted his teeth, smashed the floor with resentment, reluctantly slapped Qiao Peicheng's hand away, stood up by himself, and then stared fiercely at the picture of Qiao Peicheng that he wanted to beat into a pig's head. Face, wiped his face desperately with his hands, as if his face would rot if he didn't wipe it clean.

You can't beat it, you can't run it, you fucker!

Song Ange, who couldn't get angry all at once, got into the car and closed the door heavily to express his silent resistance.

Qiao Peicheng was basically ashamed to see this childish behavior. How could he be such a fool in the past?Every time he faces Song Ange, it is almost a public execution for him.

But when he was still Song Ange, it seemed that no one could make him feel so aggrieved.

From this we can see that self-restraint is the most effective way to subdue it.

"Your key." Qiao Peicheng got into the car and took out Song Ange's lost key from his pocket.The key was given to him, and if this kid ran away halfway, he really wouldn't care about him.

Song Ange snatched it away, stuffed his trouser pockets with a cold face, and didn't look at Qiao Peicheng the whole time. He was afraid that he couldn't help but want to beat him up after seeing him, and worried that he would be easily subdued if he didn't fight out.

He didn't want to go through that embarrassment again even if he was killed.

When Song Ange was aggrieved and sulking, he caught a glimpse of the dirty clothes on his body due to contact with the ground, and slowly frowned.

"This car is my treasure. You kicked my car just now, what should I say?" Qiao Peisheng drove out of the holiday villa area, and when he was on the road, he suddenly mentioned this.

With so many questions asked, what else could Song Ange say. "At worst, I will pay you."

He speaks loudly, but in fact——

Hold!How can he afford it?Not to mention the luxury car, he felt that he couldn't afford to pay for the clothes on his body alone.It's a big villa, and a luxury sports car. The things on this guy are definitely luxury items that a poor commoner like him can't touch. He must not be able to afford to sell them.

Evil rich people, why is everything made of money?

How much Song Ange weighed, how much did Qiao Peicheng not know?He turned his head to look at a kid who liked to talk big, and he sneered: "Brother Sheng, come and listen, let's leave this matter alone."

I really want to pay, selling this kid is not enough to make up a small change.

"You don't pester me like a psycho, can I kick your car?" Song Ange was confident.

"So it's still my fault?" Qiao Peicheng narrowed his eyes.

In this case, he has to think about all the previous things now.

"It seems that I was wrong to send you to the hospital and treat your cat on a rainy day? Last night you ran to the bus stop to pretend to be pitiful for me, saying that you would send you home and you didn't return. I was afraid of you. Something happened, and it was my fault to bring you back to sleep with good intentions? I threw up all over my body and sipped the smell in my mouth. I worked so hard to clean up the filth for you so that you can sleep well. It is still mine. wrong?"

"Just now I was afraid that you would not be able to get a taxi, so I wanted to take you all the way. Is it also my fault?"

"Song Ange, how do you think I can make so many mistakes? Wouldn't it be better if I had no brains to take care of you and let you collapse on the street?"

Counting one by one, there is really nothing wrong with it.

Song Ange's favor is 100% uncertain.

Song Ange was speechless after being told, his temper was so bad that he couldn't do things wisely, but he still knew that what he had done was indeed a bit too much, so naturally he couldn't say anything like "That's your own meddling".

"How do you know my name?" He remembered not telling him.

Qiao Peisheng sneered. "Don't try to change the subject."

He doesn't know him yet, a typical guilty conscience.

"I didn't transfer it." Song Ange retorted, beating him to death and denying it.

"Then let's talk about the car issue, and the incident that you made me dirty and spit on me before. Not to mention the car, but the loss in the latter two incidents is estimated to be hundreds of thousands."

Money is Song Ange's weakness.

No matter how tough Song Ange was, he had no choice but to bow his head in the face of the damn thing called money, and besides, he had indeed done what Qiao Peicheng said, and it didn't make sense.

"It's a big deal for me..." He only has one life, the big deal is to give it to him.

"Be obedient and call my brother and let you go." Qiao Peisheng raised the previous request again before Song Ange said big things.

He just wanted to convince this kid a little softer, let him remember some lessons, and know how to think about the consequences when doing things in the future, so that he doesn't lose his IQ all the time and cause troubles that he can't solve.

If it was handled by someone else, how could he let him go so easily?

Song Ange grew up so big, he was the one who pressed other people's heads to call him brother obediently, and there was no time to call others brother.

He blushed, opened and closed his mouth, but still didn't cry out.

Qiao Peicheng knew that Song Ange couldn't scream, but today he insisted on forcing him to scream. "I'm six years older than you, is it difficult to call me brother?"

Calculated from the age of the soul, Song Ange could not call him a grandfather too much.

"How do you know that I am six years younger than you?" How does this person know everything?

"You said it yourself yesterday, saying that your birthday just happened to be an adult. I am 24 and you are 18, so I am six years older than you." Qiao Peisheng didn't blush when he told a lie.

Song Ange couldn't remember the specific details of being drunk, so naturally he had no doubts about Qiao Peisheng's words.

He secretly scolded himself in his heart for what he said after he was drunk, but don't reveal all his privacy.

Except for drinking when he's in a bad mood, Song Ange is usually very quiet, never playing alcohol to feel sad, and basically falling asleep when he's drunk.

But yesterday he was in a bad mood, he could do anything or say anything.

"Oh." Song Ange responded perfunctorily.

1 minute later.

"Let's study the car problem."

"Is it annoying? Studying your mother..." Song Ange realized his current situation when the words came to his lips, shut up and swallowed back the unfinished swear words.

Qiao Peisheng snorted softly.This kid still needs a few beatings before he knows what to say and what not to say.

Ten seconds later, with the whistling wind in his ears, Qiao Peicheng heard a reluctant voice from the co-pilot.

"Brother Sheng."

Not bad, very good.